The Black Sheep and the Hidden Beauty. Donna Kauffman
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Название: The Black Sheep and the Hidden Beauty
Автор: Donna Kauffman
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758283313
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“Not too bad,” he said, that smile flirting at the corners of his mouth—a beautifully sculpted mouth.
A mouth she had no business looking at.
“At least I didn’t end up on my ass.”
“Not this time, anyway,” she said, intending to create distance. But neither of them stepped away.
There was a tremendous pull in that tiny space between them, the kind of pull that made it almost impossible not to lean forward, or pray he did first, allowing her to indulge, just for a moment, without any of the guilt of having taken the initiative.
This close, she saw that his eyes weren’t black, but a brown so dark they almost matched his irises, but with just enough color in them to create that gleam, that twinkle. His skin was incredibly smooth, despite the hint of five o’clock shadow, with such a gorgeous golden tone to it, she imagined it would always be naturally warm to the touch. And yet the angles of his jaw, the hard line of his nose, his chin, the thin white scar that ran length-wise, just above one eyebrow, all combined to make him more rugged than pretty. Made her want to touch. Taste.
“Shouldn’t you hold on to this?” he asked, grabbing the lead rope from her suddenly lax grip. That teasing glint was back in his eyes, as if he’d been able to read her every thought. And, mortifying as it was to contemplate, maybe he had. She wasn’t skilled in these kinds of games.
It took enormous willpower not to snatch the rope back from his hand and drag poor Petunia away. “Thanks,” she said, as casually as she could manage. As if just looking at him didn’t make her want to get naked and do things she hadn’t thought about doing, much less needing to do, in a long time. “I can take it from here.”
He stepped the tiniest bit closer and for a second, she wasn’t sure what his intentions were. She went still rather than move away, her breath trapped in her chest. But he only moved between her and the horse, so he could stroke Petunia’s neck and murmur a few good-byes.
She felt supremely foolish until he turned to her with a half smile and a knowing look that suggested maybe he’d been using the horse as an excuse to get closer. Not that he needed an excuse.
“We still haven’t discussed your fee.”
Had his voice always been that deep? That smooth? Her gaze dipped to his mouth, unbidden, and she had to fight the urge to wet her lips.
“Elena?”
The way he said her name, with that hint of an accent, made her inner thighs twitch, made her wonder what her name would sound like when his voice was rough with desire and…then she realized she was staring at him like a half-starved wolf and jerked her gaze downward…to anything other than him. Twisting the rope in her hands, she stuttered her reply. “Uh…oh. Don’t—don’t worry about that. Favor for a friend, as I said.” She glanced up, smiled briefly. “Or my boss, whichever way you want to say it.”
“No. Kate isn’t involved in this. I’m taking up your free time, which you don’t seem to have much of as it is.”
She wondered just what he knew about her time and how she spent it, but assumed he was just being polite. Hoped so, anyway. What with all the hormones raging about, she’d forgotten all her initial suspicions. “Don’t worry about it.”
After one final stroke to Petunia’s neck, he stepped out from his spot between the two of them. “We’ll talk about it next time then.”
She smiled, mostly in relief. “If you insist, but—”
“I do,” he said.
“Fine. Next time, then. When did you want to—”
“I’ll find you.” Then he tipped his imaginary brim, grinned, and walked away.
She was still standing there, Petunia in hand, staring after him, until he was lost in the gathering shadows around the main house.
“He’s trouble,” she murmured, stroking Petunia’s mane.
The horse nickered softly and shook her mane, making Elena smile. “You think so, too, huh?” She rubbed Petunia’s muzzle and, on a long sigh, turned and led her toward the stables. “Yeah, we’re both in for it, aren’t we?”
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